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201 | Look ye saints the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
202 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
203 | Come happy souls approach your God | | | | | | | |
204 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above | | | | | | | |
205 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
206 | Lord, how secure my conscience was [lay] | | | | | | | |
207 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
208 | Lord, at thy feet a [we] sinner [sinners] lie [lies] | | | | | | | |
209 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
210 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
211 | Ah how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
212 | How helpless guilty [fallen] nature lies | | | | | | | |
213 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
214 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
215 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
216 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
217 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
218 | Haste, traveller, haste, the night comes on | | | | | | | |
219 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
220 | Brother hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
221 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
222 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | | | |
223 | Come weary soul [souls] with sin [sins] distressed | | | | | | | |
224 | Art thou weary, heavy laden | | | | | | | |
225 | I gave my life for [to] thee | | | | | | | |
226 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
227 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
228 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
229 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
230 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
231 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
232 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
233 | Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
234 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
235 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
236 | Today the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
237 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
238 | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
239 | Almost persuaded now to believe, Almost | | | | | | | |
240 | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin sick [fainting] soul | | | | | | | |
241 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
242 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
243 | Behold, a Stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
244 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
245 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
246 | God calling yet, shall I not hear | | | | | | | |
247 | Cast thy burdens on the Lord | | | | | | | |
248 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
249 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
250 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
251 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
252 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
253 | I see the crowd in Pilate's hall | | | | | | | |
254 | I saw one hanging on a [the] tree | | | | | | | |
255 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
256 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
257 | Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield | | | | | | | |
258 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
259 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
260 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
261 | Ah what avails my strife | | | | | | | |
262 | O Jesu [Jesus], thou art standing | | | | | | | |
263 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
264 | O blessed feet of Jesus, Weary with seeking me | | | | | | | |
265 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
266 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
267 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
268 | The Savior smiles, upon my soul | | | | | | | |
269 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
270 | Hallelujah, Christ is mine | | | | | | | |
271 | Once again beside the cross | | | | | | | |
272 | Blessed are the sons of God! | | | | | | | |
273 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
274 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
275 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
276 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
277 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
278 | Thou, O Christ, art all I want | | | | | | | |
279 | Christ, of all my hopes the ground | | | | | | | |
280 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
281 | O Jesus, King most wonderful | | | | | | | |
282 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
283 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
284 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
285 | Jesus, these eyes have never seen | | | | | | | |
286 | I've found the pearl of greatest price, My heart | | | | | | | |
287 | I know that my Redeemer lives, and ever prays for me | | | | | | | |
288 | There is none other name than thine | | | | | | | |
289 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
290 | Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts | | | | | | | |
291 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
292 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
293 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
294 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
295 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
296 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
297 | Oh, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
298 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
299 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
300 | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |